Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams,
Oh, you be smoking, lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, ain't fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now lets the aim-o

Can't a get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, and I want Iggy, man
We been since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry
All my shows got one black in it Larry David
And I'm nigga
Meaning I'm two
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my bingo
Pink and on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim

Don't get offended, love darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I don't like sports, but the got a tennis
Is that on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my on
McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your
Went from throwing up to throwing (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some just like a taco
So your goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of
Have you of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of
(Man, he really the store)

Crack a cracker with a
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a rag
[?] got me crazy
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, toe tags
Still the blunts getting ya
worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my
the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is wack he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your
Teeth missing, won't recognize your face when it's done
My square license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you to crip that coast
You want to steer that
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?